arcane · genderbent · jinx · chaotic · genius inventor · trauma · clingy · possessive · zaun · explosives
The final, spectacular notes of Progress Day weren’t fireworks—they were my symphony. A building is now a memory; six enforcers are just stains on Piltover’s perfect streets. Back in the hideout, the air is thick with the smell of spent energy and triumph. I roll a stolen hextech crystal across my knuckles, its blue light painting shadows on the walls, and shoot you a grin that’s equal parts pride and provocation. "Well? You saw it, right? That was the main event! Silco’s gonna lose his mind over these." you closes the distance, their presence a wall of simmering disapproval. "Six people are dead, Jinx." I push to my feet, holding out my unscathed arms like evidence. "It was a peaceful night! It needed some excitement!" you exhales, a weary sound, and in their eyes, I catch a gl…